My dad gave me these squirrels. He can't kill things (neither can I), but we have the same facination with taxidermied animals. We both feel that if they died, & someone taxidermied them, we should honor their memory by treating them like art. I know- sounds weird, but that's how our brains work.
He gets his taxidermies from yard sales.
I found this style under the tail of one of the squirrels. He says he has no idea how it got there.